They took out their IDs and said, "Ms. Waston, there is an interprovincial case that requires your cooperation in the investigation."
I figured it out. It must result from what happened last night.
When I arrived at the police station, a group of people questioned me and it seemed that they treated me as a criminal suspect.
But there was no evidence at all, so they had to let me go.
Before leaving, I was stopped and taken to the chief's office.
The director tried hard to squeeze out space for eyes on his chubby face, probably because he wanted to stare at me sharply, but in the end, even his eyes couldn't be seen, so he had to give up.
"I heard you are a fortune-teller?"
I took out the Olympus brand and slapped it, "Fortune-tellers from Olympus do have something. No lies, and no charge for inaccuracy."
"We need your help."
"Three thousand each time."
The flesh on Chief Bailey's face trembled like water ripples, "It's a cooperation between the police and a citizen."
I sighed, "It's not personal. Fortune-telling is about prying into the secrets of heaven. You have to pay to cut off our connection, otherwise you will be unlucky."